<font color=#e4e0d7><i>�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.�</i></font>

Your King Asmodeus
Your Queen ~~Nyimara~~
The Second None
The Herd Name, Name, Name		The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name
Allies Name (Land)		Enemies Solomon (Cove)
The Rules There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue. We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc. The King and Queen have final say in all matters.

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare.�
Posted on January 23, 2016 at 00:32:49 AM by el halin

El Halin

El Halin watches the breeder hurry to put space between all three of the Purebreds before closing his eyes. The day they met, she had been careful of every word she shared with him to ensure he would not drive her from the Desert. The High Seer flicks her tail in idle disappointment. She should have paid more attention to fostering a relationship with Orhan. He would not question her now if she had� perhaps it is not too late. Doubt is a powerful weapon and she employs it now.

�I have been nothing but honest with you,� she lies, pinning her ears and letting anger flash across her face as she takes a step toward Orhan. �I came to these Islands because my people praised them, and I found my way to this desert because I missed the heat of my home. I have told you this. I have done my best by this herd after stepping up as lead mare and while I know we have our differences I did not think to hear you question my very identity after all the time we have spent together.� She exhales in a huff and stands stiffly before Orhan.

It would not be in her character to sympathize with the breeder for his loss. She had no compassion for a foal who was likely to die (and somehow did not� El Halin has seen it grow, inexplicably, into a healthy thing) and even if she did not have a personal vendetta against the dead mare at the feet of the Akhal-Tekes, it would seem odd for El Halin to express compassion in this instance. So she stands, limbs quivering in an imitation of indignation, and waits to see if her words will have the desired affect.

mare // arabian // fleabitten gray // fourteen.three hh // eight // uforia

�Beware she who suckles from the Walking Mare�

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